Tsk. Hate my life. They all looked at me like a trash. Don't want to live anymore. Don't want to be seen anymore. Hate to be like this. I don't want this life. I would die soon. Let the darkness engulf me. No more light to see. Just like people who had been died in darkness. Engulfed by the dead. No more lies. No more tears. No more sadness. No more happiness. No more life. No more risks. All I wanted was to be quiet and calm. All I wanted was to be alone. I don't want to be heard. I want to be killed. Killed that no one cares about. Death matters because life has nothing to do with it. I don't want to be here anymore. I will never go back to this life. PROMISE.
